Distraught and Lost
My screams are heard in the middle of the battleground—I’m fought
Now I’m in grief and I’m striving to set my mind elsewhere
But I’m frantic and lost—deeply distraught
As I’m shipped away to a far, unknown terrain
I, arduously, breathe in—there’s no one there to unwrap me
On and on, the showering chilliness—never abstains
My life ahead of me foreshadows a future…not so distant
Sending delight to my frenzied soul—there’s some light to share!
I’m found—held as a cherished infant
Copyright © J.W. Earnings | Year Posted 2011
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